We are continuing with Paul's story today. I love a story you can get into and spend several weeks with. Mel is growing up and she feels she has waited quite long enough. Please enjoy...
The Honeymoon Part I
“Do you Melody take Paul to be your lawful wedded husband, to love, honour, cherish and obey, for so long as you both shall live."
“Do you Paul take Melody to be your lawful wedded wife, to love, honour and cherish, for so long as you both shall live?”
“I now declare you man and wife. You may kiss your bride."
The date was 21st June 1961, my soulmate's 18th birthday, the day she finally became my wife.
As I escorted my bride down the aisle, the organ burst out with the hymn "Oh Love Divine All Love Excelling,” Mel’s choice for this moment. At the door of the church photographs, congratulations, confetti, oh how we wished that we could just vanish. As Mel’s mom and dad had paid for this wedding, leaving would have been most ungracious. Mel could barely speak, so I had to do the honours for both of us, I managed, just.
The cars arrived and we all drove to Mel’s home for the wedding breakfast. There were speeches, toasts and yet more speeches. Mum signaled that it was time for us to change. Saying goodbye to just the family, we were driven to Victoria station to catch the boat train. At last we were on our own, on our way to Paris. Mel snuggled up to me and we kissed!!
Arriving at Victoria station a porter took our luggage to Platform Nº 1, where we boarded the Golden Arrow Pullman for Paris. We settled comfortably into our cabin. I loosened my tie while Mel unbuttoned her jacket and the top button of her blouse. Mel took her jacket off and laid it on the bed. She crossed the cabin, sat on my lap, put her arms around my neck, asking, “ ...and what shall we do now?"
“We should relax now, darling,” I replied.
"No buts. It’s going to be a busy night and one that I hope you will remember for the rest of your life.”
“Sweetheart, we’ve been good for four years, please," she implored.
I held her close. “Mel, sweetie, we’ll be at our hotel in just a few hours, hang on in there”
“I don’t want to!!!”
“Mel, darling, how about we have a snack, it’s all paid for, and then lets have a nap. I don’t know about you, but I’m knackered.”
“Oh alright, but I think you’re an old meanie.”
“Someone’s looking for a spanking," I said. Mel grinned, I turned her over my lap, raised her skirt and rained a dozen quick slaps on the seat of her silk panties. As I stood her up for a quick kiss she said, “Mmm, that didn’t hurt” and stuck her tongue out at me. I smiled and said, “It wasn’t meant to. It was a reminder.”
I ordered a bottle of chilled water and an egg sandwich. After eating, we removed our top layer, my suit and shirt and Mel’s skirt and blouse and slipped into bed. It was just big enough for two very friendly people. Mel was snuggled into me, my arms around her and we dropped off into a deep sleep. We slept right through the journey, the embarkation of the carriages on to the ferry and off at Calais. We awoke less than thirty minutes from the Gare de Nore. Mel had slept with her head on my chest, left hand on my right shoulder and right hand down below claiming what was hers. This is the way we always slept unless one of us was sick.
On leaving the train we saw a man in uniform displaying a placard bearing our name. He was a chauffeur from the hotel La Grande. This was a blessing as we were barely awake.
Once at the hotel the registration went very quickly. They filled in the form, I signed it and took our passports. We were shown to our suite by the Deputy Manager, followed closely behind by the bellhop toting our luggage. The suite was magnificent! The whole honeymoon was a gift from 'The Brig' (Mel’s father). An entrance hall with storage space for coats and cases, led to a really nice sitting room which included a small bar. From the sitting room was a small pantry. A second door led to a sumptuous bedroom. A smaller door revealed, upon opening, a big luxurious bathroom. I swear the tub was big enough for a swim.
The hour was late, about 9 PM. We were both tired as it had been a long day. In the sitting room there was a huge bouquet of flowers. The hotel complimented us with a magnum of bubbly and a basket of fruit.
Finally alone, Mel was looking somewhat wilted. “Bath. Supper. Bed." I suggested. "Get undressed and I’ll run the bath." Mel just nodded.
In the bathroom was everything we would need. After running the bath and putting rose scented bath oil in, I walked back into the bedroom. Mel gasped. She was naked and to my eyes glorious! It was the first time I’d seen her naked. She tried to cover up. Chuckling, I said, "Darling, we are married. You are mine. Come here my beautiful girl, let me look at you."
Mel smiled, straightened up and dropped her arms to her sides. Looking into my eyes she came into my arms. “You are lovely, My Beloved,” I whispered against her lips as I kissed her. The kiss seemed to go on forever. With her arms round my neck and her eyes closed, her lovely body was separated from mine only by the thickness of my clothes. My reaction was immediately obvious. Mel looked up at me and grinned. She put her hand down and squeezed, her eyes were sparkling as she said, “... and you belong to me."
Undressing quickly, I swept Mel off her feet and carried her into the bathroom. I stepped into the bath and placed Mel between my legs. She immediately turned onto her tummy. "No," I told her, "I want to be able to see you. Duck under. I’m going to wash your hair."
As we bathed each other, Mel looked at my penis and declared, “That will never fit in me!"
I laughed, telling her, “You’d be surprised. Babies come out of there." We played for a while in the bath as it was big enough then I saw Mel yawn. “Time to get out," I said.
“I don’t want to," was her petulant reply. For her poutiness, I popped a smart one on her butt.
"OUCH!” Mel exclaimed, “What was that for?”
....to be continued
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